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Tweak says, "I ARE PANT!"

alecto carrow (punish) wrote in refreshrpg,
@ 2015-02-23 15:11:00

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! log, 1998-february, x-character: alecto carrow, x-character: peter pettigrew

Who: Alecto Carrow & Peter Pettigrew
What: Happy reunions!
Where: In one of the flats owned and maintained by Estate Reality, as managed by one Peter Pettigrew.
When: Today, now.
Warning: Violence. Alecto always gets her own warning.
Status: COMPLETE.

His scream was muffled by Alecto's hand blanketing his mouth, but even still, it was a relief when he died. Not because she hadn't enjoyed it, no. The walls here were thin and cheap, and even with the radio turned up at full volume blasting the latest Weird Sisters tune, something riotous and discordant and full of its own screaming, it was well possible a neighbour might get too nosey. The very air of the entire block was one of indolent boredom and despair.

As soon as his body grew lax, she let him drop gracelessly to the floor, more ragdoll than person now. He had been a heavyset man, older, and it had taken every ounce of her wiry, rangy strength to hold him close against his struggles. The front of him was well soaked through with blood, a testament to her actions with her blade. It already began to spread out beneath him like a growing shadow, soaking into the dull, dingy carpeting. One Mr Thomas Attenboro, a former Daily Prophet journalist who had covered her own trial and had written such nasty words about her and Amycus. Though the man had retired and had probably long since forgotten his own rubbish, Alecto never did. Now? Now she was feeling quite equitable these days after her run-in with that ginger rat. There were still many scores to settle.

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army_dr
2015-02-23 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Little Mrs Wentworth-Brewster had floo'd the office to complain that her neighbor was playing music far too loud. This was unusual, because a quick check revealed that the flat in question hadn't been rented out, yet.

"Bloody squatters," Peter muttered at the entrance, shifting through a giant key ring for the one that would unlock the door. By the sound of the music, Peter imagined they were some young punks who had broken in to have a little party. If they didn't leave, he had the Ministry on his side, but he hadn't contacted them yet. Peter didn't like interacting the DoMLE unless it was absolutely necessary. They better not have done any damage to the rooms, he thought, or mum will have a fit.

The door opened and Peter stepped in. Nothing out of the ordinary in the parlor. "Oi!" he shouted, trying to sound intimidating. "Where are you? You rotters aren't supposed to be in here!"

He marched into the living room with his wand in his hand, in case he needed to give somebody a fright, but what he saw frightened him instead. Body on the floor, blood stain on the carpet, and standing above this ghastly scene, a face he recognized all too well.

"Oh, fuck me blind." In one fluid movement he turned on his heel to escape as quickly as he possibly could.

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punish
2015-02-23 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Alecto sat on the only chair in the flat, picking dried blood flakes from beneath her fingernails with the tip of her knife, her gaze lifted to Peter upon his entrance and she gave him a cheerless smile. "Hullo, mouse."

--and was in front of him, blocking his path in the span of a heartbeat, chair barely having time to hit the floor beside the corpse. Her wand was in his face, a silent warning. "Now, now, mousey, that's not how you greet old friends, is it?"

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army_dr
2015-02-23 10:31 pm UTC (link)

Peter froze in place, tilting his head back away from the wand but otherwise making no attempt to either defend himself or escape. He never was a match for Alecto before, and he sure hadn't changed since then.

"Hello Alecto," he managed to say, his mouth suddenly dry, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The hand that held his wand became cold and clammy, and its knuckles white with fear as he tightened his grip. "I'm going to pretend I didn't see anything," he negotiated. "Just let me go. Please. For old time's sake?"

I don't want to die this way.

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	punish 2015-02-23 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	For several moments, she only studied him as if trying to see through his skin and flesh to the very heart of his bones. Then she threw her head back and cackled. "Well, the body ain't gonna clean up itself. Can't rent out too many flats with those lying around. It's my gift to you, see? Sit down, Mouse. I ain't here to kill you today." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

army_dr
2015-02-23 11:01 pm UTC (link)

In those agonizingly tense moments, Peter squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the worst. Alecto's cackle was ambiguous, and Peter didn't know which way she would go until she spoke. Only then, did he open his eyes and realize he'd been holding his breath.

Inhaling sharply and exhaling with relief, he noted her today with grim reflection. "Thanks. I always wanted a corpse," he said, using dark sarcasm. He turned back into the flat and carefully walked around the bloodstain to reach the chair. He hadn't seen a dead body for quite some time, and his stomach wrenched. It took an awful lot of self control to remain composed.

"Uh... anybody I should know?"

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punish
2015-02-23 11:52 pm UTC (link)

"Jus' someone who had it coming." She sneered at the corpse, giving it an indifferent kick, as if it were a solitary rock that so happened to be within her path. Corpses didn't interest her as much as living, breathing people.

Her gaze swept the empty little living room, devoid of any furniture and life to make it feel like a real home (if one didn't count the corpse). It was dusty. Her heavily booted feet echoed. There was a water stain in the corner of the ceiling. "Well look at you, Pettigrew. A fancy business man now, all respectable like."

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army_dr
2015-02-24 02:19 am UTC (link)

Peter picked up the lone chair that had fallen and set it up right, as if that would help make the scene less horrifying. Instead of sitting down, as Alecto told him, he stood behind it, his hand upon its back, like a buffer between him and Alecto. If she choose to attack, he knew it would be ineffective, but psychologically it helped.

"I'm not so sure about the respectable part," he confessed. He'd come in his office robes, tie and all, so maybe that gave her an impression. "In most places, I'm still known as a traitor." These words left his mouth, bitterly.

A pause. "You may want to turn down the music. I came because there was a complaint. If it's not turned down, officers might be called in to deal with the disturbance of the peace."

Why'd he tell her that? It might be a good idea for the DoMLE to come knocking, maybe they could catch Alecto at the scene of the crime. But that would also mean Peter would be caught in the cross fire. Injury wasn't the only thing at stake - given his record, he might be implicated in the murder and thrown in jail again. He was trying to save his own hide, while making it sound like he was being helpful to Alecto.

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punish
2015-02-24 03:47 am UTC (link)

At the end of her slow assessing circle, she eyed Peter sharply, then created a bubble of silence to surround them, even though it was still as loud and raucous outside the charm's borders. The sudden silence was as deafening as the music had been.

"Then we'll jus' have to talk faster," she said, biting off each word pointedly. "Didn't you hear the news, Pettigrew?" Alecto threw her arms wide. "He is risen!"

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	army_dr 2015-02-24 03:55 am UTC (link)
	A chill ran down the length of Peter's spine and out of reflex, his hand went to cover the spot on his left forearm where the Dark Mark once burned. "What the hell are you talking about, Carrow? The Dark Lord's dead." Though said with conviction, there was a waiver of fear in his expression that worried she might be right, and not just off the deep end. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

punish
2015-02-24 11:58 am UTC (link)

It was almost worth it to watch the frightened expression ripple across his face. He was always so, so terrified, that one. His quakes and squeaks could be tuned at will.

"Well, maybe not Him. But his work, his cause. His followers." She kept an eye on him, from her periphery -- his blank face. That was disappointing "Don't read papers much do you?"

From the inner pockets of her robe, she produced a recent copy of the Prophet bearing Lee Jordan's front page article, only a little dotted with dried blood, and tossed it to him.

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army_dr
2015-02-24 07:26 pm UTC (link)

"I try to avoid politics," came Peter's weak explanation. Any news, at all, actually. It was burying his head in the sand, and Peter knew it, but his ignorance helped him sleep at night.

The large photograph of a Death Eater's mask that accompanied the Prophet article caused Peter's face to grow pale. He finished the first paragraph and looked up to ask, "Who's Lady Noir?"

He resumed reading, but only got half-way through before he couldn't stomach anymore. "Good for you, then." Good for her, maybe, but certainly not good news for him. He folded the paper and handed it back to Alecto. "Well, I wish you the best of luck," he said in the same way one send somebody off who was going on holiday while you were staying safely at home.

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punish
2015-02-25 12:02 pm UTC (link)

"Lady Noir is some bint who likes to play games and pretend to be a Death Eater. For someone who hasn't done anything all that impressive, she's got everyone batty for her in some way or another. She got to Macnair, anyhow. Dolohov led that one you see there. Not even a casualty among the whole lot, pity," Alecto explained, her tone laden with disdain, while Peter read. Why that idiot Russian and ponce Rowle hadn't simply killed her when they had the chance, she didn't know. It's certainly what the Dark Lord would have done -- and they claimed to still be doing his work.

But when Peter dared to dismiss her, Alecto turned back to him, gaze sharp. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?"

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	army_dr 2015-02-25 04:39 pm UTC (link)
	By Alecto's description, Peter didn't like the sound of this Lady Noir, but at the moment, she was the least of his worries. He laughed nervously. "I was a spy, Carrow, and now everybody knows that. What makes you think I can start spying for the Death Eaters again?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

punish
2015-02-25 04:54 pm UTC (link)

"Because Dumbledore's little children are also back at it. Caught one of 'em sniffing about the Prophet. One of the Weasels, I think. A drunken idiot. Look what the name of Dumbledore's been reduced to!" Of course, they were hardly much better, quaking in their boots every time Noir sent some people flowers, worrying about their comfy, respectable positions in society. "You see, little pathetic traitor you are, it won't be long 'til one of em comes to you and asks you about what we're up to. If any of 'em have got any sense, of course."

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	army_dr 2015-02-25 06:25 pm UTC (link)
	Peter began backing away. One step. Two. Any further and he'd be outside the bubble of silence Alecto conjured. "Why would they trust me? They hate my guts!" He then realized that depreciating his value for the Death Eaters could cause them to decide he wasn't useful, and then kill him off. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	punish 2015-02-26 02:45 am UTC (link)
	"Probably," she agreed with a smirk. "That don't mean you aren't still useful, mouse. You're still going to be useful, aren't you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	army_dr 2015-02-26 03:23 am UTC (link)
	It was as if she read his mind. Again, he laughed to hide his nervousness. "Of course. I mean, I'm sure there's something I can do, right?" He happened to look down and realized with horror that the puddle of blood from the corpse had spread on the carpet and Peter was now standing in it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

punish
2015-02-26 03:33 am UTC (link)

Alecto hardly looked impressed, if her sneer were anything to go by.

"When they come calling, you best be answering, an' then you best be lettin' us know, right?" Implicit in the order were the consequences of what would happen if Peter did not -- he was, after all, quite literally standing in it.

Alecto, too, glanced down. "You can clean up this little mess, right?"

She grinned, a cracked smile filled with brown teeth and gaping holes, and then turned to depart. But first, a pause: "Start reading your damn journal religiously, mouse. The others have taken to writing in them like sodding teenaged girls for some reason."

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army_dr
2015-02-26 03:48 am UTC (link)

"Oi," Peter responded, indignantly, pointing at the corpse. "Take your friend with you! I'll tidy up the blood, but I'm not burying your bodies."

Peter only frowned at Alecto's ... suggestion? Threat? ... and folded his arms across his chest. He would take her advise, though he really didn't want to, nervous about what he might read. However, is she was correct, then it would be better to be kept up to date with what was going on, instead of being surprised, like he had been with Alecto.

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	punish 2015-02-26 03:50 am UTC (link)
	Alecto only turned around once, briefly, raising her brows at Peter's tone, before pivoting on her heel and slipping out the door -- corpse, blood, and Peter all left behind. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

army_dr
2015-02-26 04:15 am UTC (link)

Only when her back was turned did he scowl and give her the two-finger salute. He then lifted his wand, first to dispel the bubble that had muffled the sound of the music so they could converse, and then again, to Silencio the blaring music until he could locate where the radio was located.

Was it awful that, after all these years, Peter still knew the best way to dispose of a body? It took some concentration on his part, but he Transfigured the corpse into a (rather large, very raw) rib eye roast - there would be some very happy homeless dogs, tonight. The blood was trickier, needing Tergeo to siphon it away, followed by a few Scouring Charms. Seeing how soaked the carpet was, it would probably take several attempts to remove the stain.

He just hoped Mrs Wentworth-Brewster hadn't called the DoMLE, yet.

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